Bitter Song Poem by Sabina Sindhu

Rain stopped at once
bitter songs of wild-plants stopped.

Songs have departed silently
due to winter's unbearable cold
only memories remained.

The strings of guiter stretch,
unfortunately they break
rememberances break.

Dusk does not bring joy
as sounds are not in balance
sounds-purer than departed childhood.

The winter nights evoke memories
of the same singer
of the same song.

A distressed singer
(Smiling is whose religion)
a singer with forgotten sensation and consciousness
a singer with parched mouth
restless as a fawn
whose feet are weary
with agony in its heart.

Again he sings a song
of kindnesses and compassion,
of hopes and desires.

His songs are assessed
where his voices aren't heard
where his workship is not found